Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Venezuela and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Walker Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
Blancmange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cybotron,
Swell Maps,
Morten Harket,
Charles Mingus,
The Angels of Light,
Television Personalities,
The Associates,
Skarface,
Nik Kershaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacques Brel,
Cameo,
Clear Light,
Brand Nubian,
Rotary Connection,
The Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Almond,
Malaria!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Wells,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Martian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Star Department,
Public Image Ltd.,
a-ha,
the Germs,
Young Marble Giants,
Tom Boy,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Finger,
The Gap Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Archie Shepp,
Monolake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kas Product,
Anakelly,
Bronski Beat,
MC5,
Barry Ungar,
Laurel Aitken,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gong,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Real Kids,
Soul II Soul,
Theoretical Girls,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.